When Whit & Wisty were imprisoned by the wicked forces of the totalitarian regime known as the New Order, they were barely able to escape with their lives. Now part of a hidden community of teens like themselves, Whit and Wisty have established themselves as leaders of the Resistance, willing to sacrifice anything to save kids kidnapped and brutally imprisoned by the New Order.
But the One has other plans in store for them: He needs Wisty, for she is "The One Who Has the Gift." While trying to figure out what that means, Whit and Wisty's suspenseful adventures through Overworld and Shadowland lead to a jaw-dropping climax and conclusion: the highly-anticipated fulfillment of the heart-pounding opening prologue of book one... The Execution of the Allgoods.
Book One | The Girl with The Gift
I'M OFF LIKE a missile to find her. It's as if I don't even have a choice. As if this is my fate.
"Celia!" I run through barren streets, past empty shops, a police station with no police, a boarded-up middle school, a movie theater.... I don't see her, or anyone else actually. Everything seems so unreal here. Is it real? Am I dreaming up all of this desolation?
"Whit, wait!" I hear Wisty's voice coming from behind. The slapping of her sneakers against pavement. She's trying to keep up.
"Stop! Whit, please! You don't know it's her! It could be a trap!"
I do know it's her. You never, ever forget the voice of the one you love. Whether it's a whisper or a scream or a distant memory, I know when it's Celia. I guess Wisty doesn't understand that. She's never been in love.
And then I hear Celia again. But not from too far away. It feels as if she's all around me somehow.
"You don't want to know?... know... know?... What ?happened to us?... us?... us?..."
I can't stand it—Celia feels so close now.
Her voice is so loud that it's as if she's broadcasting right into my head. It's unbearable... but also the most beautiful, incredible kind of pain. Torture I'd beg for. Does that make any sense?
"I do! I do want to know!" I halt in my tracks, then I sink to my knees in the middle of the town square. "Where are you, Celes? I need to see you again."
"Look up, Whit. She's right there."
It's Wisty's voice, to my left. And when I raise my head, I see what she sees.
There is my girlfriend—on-screen. Celia, on a New Order propaganda board. Her gorgeous face is more than twice my height, and every inch of it is as smooth and perfect and beautiful as I remember it. It's as if she's a movie star.
Copyright © 2010 by James Patterson
Read by Elijah Wood, Spencer Locke, and Peter Giles
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